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"But, you bonehead," Violet argued candidly, "he had to. That was his part: it was written in the play." "G'wan. If he'd just stalled round and refused to jump through, the author'd 've framed up some other way out. Why blame it! he'd've had to!" "That will be about all for me," said Violet. "I don't feel strong enough to-night to stand any more of your dramatic criticism.
Which shows we was still doin' duty as human jokes. But that's just what I makes my play on. As soon as I can dash up the landin' steps, I beckons the second mate to follow me aft. "Call your bunch back here, too," says I, "So there'll be no bonehead plays made." Then, when I gets 'em together, I tips Nelse the knowin' wink.
It was about six months later that Agravaine, having ridden into the forest, called upon a Wise Man at his cell. In those days almost anyone who was not a perfect bonehead could set up as a Wise Man and get away with it. All you had to do was to live in a forest and grow a white beard. This particular Wise Man, for a wonder, had a certain amount of rude sagacity.
Well, after three days' trying he finally managed to get simple he just couldn't believe I meant it at first, and kept building on the whipped cream and the thing cost eight dollars, but you can bet he had me, even then; the bonehead smarty had sweetened the cream and grated nutmeg into it. I give up. "And if you can't get right food in New York, how can you expect to here?
However, you're young you don't know any better; so I forgive you. Of course I realized you wanted, that steamer, boy. I knew your heart was set on seeing our house flag floating from her mainstruck; so I Well, I just thought I'd get her for you, to sort of square myself for those two bonehead plays I pulled earlier in the year." "Oh, but you shouldn't have paid two millions for her, Cappy!
"I guess we'll get ours from the freight due on that cargo of steel rails you came home with." "You have another guess coming, Mr. Ricks. You'll not do any grabbing to-day, for the reason that somebody else has already grabbed her." "Who?" chorused Cappy and Skinner. "The United States Marshal. Half an hour ago the Pacific Shipping Company libeled her." "What for, you bonehead?
So accept the complimentary comparison if it fits which maybe it doesn't, you egotistical bonehead. Good luck buena suerte, amigo. I'll look you up in Town, if I get a chance..." Nelsen was always busy to the gills. Progress was so smooth for another couple of years, that the hunch of Big Trouble building up, became a gnawing certainty in his nerves.
"You don't, eh? Why, you're the port captain of the Blue Star Navigation Company, you-you-you bonehead, and Skinner has to stand for you now whether he likes it or not. He'll not sacrifice his future to vent his grudge against you, because he is a business man, Matt, and he knows it's mighty poor business to bite off his nose to spite his face. So you just come to work."
No-chit-pay-lon-es-chay!" he added irresponsibly, naming a word he had picked up in Palm Beach from an Indian guide. The effect was electric. Keela stared. Diane look horrified. "Philip!" she said. "It means 'Lie down and go to sleep!" "To the Happy Hunting Ground with that bonehead Indian!" said Philip with fervor. "Lord, what a civil retort!" and he stammered forth an instant apology.
The Swede rose and sullenly gathered up his socks. Dell Able looked at his chum. "Ain't he the complete bonehead? Solid ivory!" Oscar wouldn't listen further to a "pack of lies" and walked off with his washing. Battalion Headquarters was nearly half a mile behind the front line, part dugout, part shed, with a plank roof sodded over.
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